Defying Gravity

Alfie's hair seems to have a life of it's own these days. It takes him an awfully long time to make it look like he's standing in a wind tunnel.
He went off to The Emirates with his Grandpa this morning feeling fairly positive of a win, but alas, The Gunners crashed spectacularly out of the FA Cup to Watford.
D spent the day in the garden doing manly things. I watched from the safety of my sun lounger with a blanket over my knees. A convalescing Marianne Dashwood  comes to mind but, in reality,  I'm probably more reminiscent of Norma Bates.
Alf's back from the footy, a bit disappointed and wishing he hadn't invested £54 in a new Arsenal shirt. His team weren't the only ones to lose something today; Alfie came home with one of his molars in his pocket.